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’
I
suppose
there
’
s
no
chance
that
I
could
—
?
’
NONE
,
said
Death
.
’
Only
she
’
s
going
to
be
queen
,
and
if
I
could
only
let
her
—
’
SORRY
.
The
girl
looked
up
and
through
Mort
.
He
watched
the
duke
walk
up
behind
her
and
lay
a
comforting
hand
on
her
shoulder
.
A
fault
smile
hovered
around
the
man
’
s
lips
.
It
was
the
sort
of
smile
that
lies
on
sandbanks
waiting
for
incautious
swimmers
.
I
can
’
t
make
you
hear
me
,
Mort
said
.
Don
’
t
trust
him
!
She
peered
at
Mort
,
screwing
up
her
eyes
.
He
reached
out
,
and
watched
his
hand
pass
straight
through
hers
.
COME
ALONG
,
BOY
.
NO
LALLYGAGGING
.
Mort
felt
Death
’
s
hand
tighten
on
his
shoulder
,
not
in
an
unfriendly
fashion
.
He
turned
away
reluctantly
,
following
Death
and
the
king
.
They
walked
out
through
the
wall
.
He
was
halfway
after
them
before
he
realised
that
walking
through
walls
was
impossible
.
